I wish I could describe how
this short story by Kevin Wilson makes me feel. I want to plagarize it or retell it or turn into a movie or paint a watercolour out of it or sleep with it and wake up in the morning with it. It made me create a new folder in My Favourites called "awesome short stories" except that I misspelled "stories" as "soties" and I am to lazy to change it so now it's "awesome short soties" whatever that means. There's only five stories in that folder until now. There are very few soties out there that can make me feel as failed and revolutionary as Kevin Wilson's.
Big Fat Failure days are pretty standard these days, I go to bed at dawn and sleep late and mainly write crap at night, or watch shitty CAM versions of new movies or read e-lit zines and feel bad and pretentious. Mainly I update Tumblr with pictures of Dirk Bogarde.
This post by Shane Jones is very wise. It makes me feel bad because I haven't bought "Light Boxes" (also makes me feel bad because I like the German NT). I don't know Shane Jones but his writing feels new and somehow like we need one of those out there, if you know what I mean. I really want to read "Light Boxes". I really want to not be without money.
I wish I was less addicted to online lit mags.
I wish one of them would publish me.
I wish I wasn't so scared to send stuff to the ones I really like.
I wish I hadn't bought Cathy Yardley's "How To Write Chick Lit" because I don't plan on ever writing chick lit so it was quite a ridiculous impulse buy and all of its pages make me feel bad about myself and the world.
1 comment:
i know what it's like to want to read a book and not having enough money. email me with your address and i'll send you a copy.
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